Part 27 (2/2)

But Polly didn't hear, being absorbed in the Wagner festival of which her mind was full, so Jasper answered for her. ”Alt-Nuenberg, you mean, the oldest building of all Nuremberg.”

”Yes,” said Adela, ”well, I got two or three sketches of that tower.”

”Did you?” cried Jasper, ”now that's good.”

”And I got that horrible old robber-knight,--what's his name?--sitting inside his cell, you know.”

”Eppelein von Gallingen,” supplied Jasper. ”Well, he was a horrible-looking customer, and that's a fact.”

”Oh, I liked him,” said Adela, who rejoiced in ugly things if only picturesque, ”and I got into one corner of the cell opposite him, so as to sketch it all as well as I could in such a dark place, and a lady came down the little stairs; you remember them.”

”I rather think I do,” said Jasper, grimly. ”I was trying to get out of the way of a huge party of tourists, and I nearly broke my neck.”

”Well, this lady came down the stairs. I could see her where I sat, but she couldn't see me, it was so dark in the cell; and she called to her husband--I guess he was her husband, because he looked so _triste_.”

Adela often fell into French, from being so long at the Paris school, and not from affectation in the least. ”And she said, 'Come, Henry, let us see what is in there.' And she took one step in, and peered into that robber-knight's face; you know how he is sitting on a little stool, his black hair all round his face, staring at one.”

”Yes, I do,” said Jasper; ”he was uncanny enough, and in the darkness, his wax features, or whatever they were made of, were unpleasantly natural to the last degree.”

”Well,” said Adela, ”the lady gave a little squeal, and tumbled right back into her husband's arms. And I guess she stepped on his toes, for he squealed, too, though in a different way, and he gave her a little push and told her not to be a goose, that the man had been dead a thousand years more or less and couldn't hurt her. So then she stepped back, awfully scared though, I could see that, and then she caught sight of me, and she squealed again and jumped, and she screamed right out, 'Oh, there's another in there, in the corner, and it glared at me.' And I didn't glare at all,” finished Adela, in disdain. ”And then I guess he was scared, too, for he said, 'That old cell isn't worth seeing, anyway, and I'm going down into the torture chamber,' and they hurried off.”

”That torture chamber!” exclaimed Jasper; ”how any one can hang over those things, I don't see; for my part, I'd rather have my time somewhere else.”

”Oh, I like them,” said Adela, in great satisfaction, ”and I've got a picture of the 'Iron Virgin.'”

”That was a good idea, to put the old scold into that wooden tub concern,” said Jasper; ”there was some sense in that. I took a picture of it, and the old tower itself. I got a splendid photograph of it, if it will only develop well,” he added. ”Oh, but the buildings--was ever anything so fine as those old Nuremberg houses, with their high-peaked gables! I have quant.i.ties of them--thanks to my kodak.”

”What's this station, I wonder?” asked Polly, as the train slowed up.

Two ladies on the platform made a sudden dash at their compartment.

”All full,” said the guard, waving them off.

”That was f.a.n.n.y Vanderburgh,” gasped Polly.

”And her mother,” added Jasper.

”Who was it?” demanded old Mr. King.

His consternation, when they told him, was so great, that Jasper racked his brains some way to avoid the meeting.

”If once we were at Bayreuth, it's possible that we might not come across them, father, for we could easily be lost in the crowd.”

”No such good luck,” groaned old Mr. King, which was proved true. For the first persons who walked into the hotel, as the manager was giving directions that the rooms reserved for their party should be shown them, were Mrs. Vanderburgh and her daughter.

”Oh!” exclaimed Mrs. Vanderburgh, as if her dearest friends were before her, ”how glad I am to see you again, dear Mr. King, and you all.” She swept Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Henderson lightly in her glance as if toleration only were to be observed toward them. ”We have been perfectly _desolee_ without you, Polly, my dear,” she went on, with a charming smile. ”f.a.n.n.y will be happy once more. She has been disconsolate ever since we parted, I a.s.sure you.”

Polly made some sort of a reply, and greeted f.a.n.n.y, as of old times, on the steamer; but Mrs. Vanderburgh went on, all smiles and eagerness--so rapidly in her friendly intentions, that it boded ill for the future peace of Mr. King's party. So Mr. King broke into the torrent of words at once, without any more scruple. ”And now, Mrs. Vanderburgh, if you will excuse us, we are quite tired, and are going to our rooms.” And he bowed himself off, and of course his family followed; the next moment f.a.n.n.y and her mother were alone.

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